I’m so dope at conducting this fuckin soul train,
not Cornelius but I don horns
and your girl’s screaming “I’m so feeling this”,
yeah, she’s such a succubus,
sucking on my nuts, pulling my putz
and I’m so enjoying myself, why the hell not?
You hear how hot my raps are, the track’s fuckin charred,
yeah, I’m so unbelievable, even Biggie gives his head a nod
and says “King Gregree’s the only rap God”,
I’m so agreeing with that, I’ve been freed from my shackles
and I’m so in the mood to be rude, I got an attitude,
I’m so ready to use it to cut off your head
and shit on your life, I play a spell with my Pan pipes,
I’m so clever how I send the sound through Gregory
translated into the awaited Black Window Peak Speak,
I’m so dope, heroin keeps calling me begging for a fix,
I’m standing tall, stepping to your wall,
kicking in the bricks
I’m so not sorry that I’ve been sent with the motive
to crash your party with my lyrical locomotive,
Don’t you know I’m loco ese?
Like Job, you’re getting put to the test in a sacred way,
I’m examining the development that’s been arrested,
I can never be bested so they all get F’s
but I’m giving them A+’s in comedy,
they can’t catch up to the The King Of The Ill,
for so damn long, they’ve been chasing me
around like the Benny Hill song
I’m so not Benny Hinn
but you can bet I’m much better than him
cause when you get a taste of when I lay my hands
you’ll never doubt again when it comes to the subject of faith,
oh, you motherfuckers thought that you had caught me,
you’ve all been such naughty illuminatis,
shame, shame, I know your name
and I know that you definitely know mine,
I’m so infamous, my reputation precedes me,
I coach the Sphinx, I hold Syrinx close to me in my reeds,
I’m so forcing you to ascend, I’m sick of waiting for you schmucks,
my impatience is your good luck, I’m so done playing around,
the dark clouds start shining brilliantly, a golden symphony of bliss
and after this, I’m so heading home,
the nymphs rub their mammaries for the Bacchus Beast
and when I get back, we’re fuckin more than satisfactory
I’m so not sorry that I’ve been sent with the motive
to crash your party with my lyrical locomotive,
Don’t you know I’m loco ese?
Like Job, you’re getting put to the test in a sacred way,
I’m examining the development that’s been arrested,
I can never be bested so they all get F’s
but I’m giving them A+’s in comedy,
they can’t catch up to the The King Of The Ill,
for so damn long, they’ve been chasing me
around like the Benny Hill song
I’m so scoping the scene and I’m hoping to see
if you notice the Ghost that’s so Holy
in my demonic, ironically pure dopeness,
sonically, you’re getting close and the attraction’s fatal
so skip with me through the lush glen of the umbilical navel,
this Ishtar Bunny is boiling hot, bubbling over,
I’m so witty, call me Whitman but listen, don’t ever call me Russell Stover,
I’m so much more like Russell Edgington,
yes, I do what I want and then I do it again,
except I’m so good at doing my thing without hurting others
but if I see a bully, then you know… oh brother,
I’m so kicking their ass, oh your sorry and sad?
It’s all for naught, I’m so aware it’s only cause you got caught,
I’m so surprised you tried to pull wool
over the eyes of the Lamb and the Lion,
I’m the Mayan Devil horn thorn in the foot of Zion
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